The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

'Why do they look so different when they're sisters?' Thalia could tell people were thinking this question from the way they looked at them without it being spoken aloud.

She, too, wondered why life seemed so unfair. Why beauty and intelligence were bestowed upon her sister while she seemed to have nothing. She could not stand living with her sister and father any longer. Every time her father spoke, it was always about how excellent her sister was, how kind she was.

However, Thalia did not want to accept Claudia's kindness. Why should she accept everything Claudia had and be patronized by it? In Thalia's eyes, Claudia was simply trying to show off to her.

Not only could Claudia finish her homework in a short time, but she could also effortlessly organize Thalia's schedule and find the most effective study materials for her. Was that not blatantly showing off? Just like when they were kids, whenever they went out wearing identical princess dresses, adults would only want to speak to the prettier Claudia. They would praise Claudia, saying what a beautiful little girl she was and how she would surely grow up to be a stunning beauty. However, when their gaze fell on Thalia's face, they would reluctantly comment that she was cute.

'How great would my life be if I were like Claudia,' Thalia thought countless times since she was young.

Even though they were sisters, their lives were like night and day. Why was she always the ugly duckling who could not transform into a swan?

stood beneath a towering banyan tree, feeling reluctant to return home, yet uncertain of where else she could go. The city was vast, but there seemed to be no place where she could

she would have to endure her father's endless nagging and comparison to her sister. She had had enough. The more she thought about it, the more she could not hold back her tears. The grievances she never showed in front of them

me like this?" Her eyes were swollen from crying, but she did not expect someone to suddenly offer her a handkerchief. She was startled; the person was

at home. What

to know her. She took the handkerchief somewhat embarrassedly and said,

Why are you crying so much? Your eyes have

laughed self-deprecatingly. "So what if my eyes are

What matters most is that you care about yourself," replied the

blankly. "Are you... are

more important than yourself. You have to learn to love yourself first before you can expect

the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to